My mother made elderflower wine, and I may well inherit the clobber, which is strangely beautiful.
But it was for home consumption only - and only for the v brave, though she poured it down the throats of various renowned Scottish folk musicians who seemed to end up in our house after long evenings in pubs during the 80's.
She claimed they were v appreciative and couldn't tell it wasn't real McCoy. They were doubtless too busy singing about the deil and the exciseman to bother their heids about what the drink was.
I digress... there is a clear difference between distillation, fermentation and private/commercial consumption. 2 mins on google is enough and Pip should have taken that time to check. But that would be admitting doubt, and her head is firmly in the sand for the time being.
I'm hoping she is going to have to admit the truth, but have sad doubts about her lucidity. Professional intelligence and relationship intelligence are two different lobes, clearly. As is often the case...